Dear Bully,
I'm still alive, sadly.
I came to school today in an oversized hoodie and long pants, despite the summer heat.
I have no choice, or else others might see the scars.
Scars that you gave me, scars that your friends gave me, scars that my daddy gave me and scars that I gave myself.
You came up to me, with your friends, in the morning. I sighed and followed you to the back of the school quietly. You added some the collection of bruises all over me.
You left after that, but not before turning back. With a hint of regret? I must have seen wrong. Forgive me.
I went home at 5.30pm after finishing my work at the school library. Dad came home, drunk.
"You were a mistake." He said. "Why haven't you killed yourself yet, you ugly fat slut?"
Despite all the things he had done to me, his words pierced through me like a sharp blade piercing through paper. He is still my father and I still love him.
Even he has asked me why haven't I killed myself. Maybe I should just do it.
No, I can't. I won't let mum down like that. I am not a mistake. I will not give in just like this.
I am a mistake. I should just do it.
Dad didn't like the dinner I cooked. So he got mad. Really mad.
"You worthless piece of shit! You can't f***ing do anything right." And with that, he sent a punch to my abdomen.
It was as if all the air was punched out of me. I couldn't breathe.
Another kick. Another punch.
He was releasing all his anger on me. That's great. At least it's better than releasing it on someone else.
That night, I went up to the attic, with much difficulty, and lay on my bed.
Worthless.
A mistake.
Ugly.
Useless.
Fat.
Disgusting.
Slut.
It was all I thought off the whole night. Better than just doing nothing.
Love,
Ashley
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